weekending

Friday
Dinner at Clyde's. I'd suggested Old Ebbitt, but as bus season goes, they're booked for the next three weeks. Chinatown is always good for the tourists. Hustle. Bustle. All that. They loved it. My out of town friends loved the big staircase and the war paintings and the garden room.

I made it to the Happy Hour by 9:05. Cabbed it. No sense wasting time underground. Had a nice conversation with my driver and his wife. Both of them with grey hair, both smiling and warm. Like they'd take me home for soup and cornbread. She shotguns before the night takes off. "I'll take her home around eleven," he said as he reached over and held her hand. I felt as though I were spying on them. An intruder on their date. Mostly though, it made me feel hopeful.

The rest of the night’s a big blur. I had a grand time, of that I’m certain. I always feel like it goes so fast. And by the time people start to leave, I run into someone that I really wanted to talk with but didn’t see until the last minute. My minor ADD mixed with a handful of beers merely exacerbates this issue. But… it’s a perfect reason to come back for more. I’m glad I got to catch up with those that I did.

I got home around 3 am. And I puked. It happens. What can I say? Good times.

Saturday
In the middle of my pedicure, I got an invite to impromptu cookout number one of the weekend. Tempted by burgers, cornhole, and a promise that I wouldn't be the only girl there… I made it out to Alexandria by five.

Cornhole (I’m terrible) turned into a few rounds of beer pong (I can hold my own), which turned into 11:30 and dragging myself home.

Sunday
I got up early and drove the out-of-towners to Dulles. They’d paid for a sixty-dollar cab ride in on Thursday night without my knowing… ridiculous. I wasn’t letting them do it again.

We detoured to Reston Town Center for lunch and shopping and I was back home by mid-afternoon. That’s when I started to feel like I might collapse. And that I’d inhaled enough pollen in the past three days to warrant taking Tylenol PM Allergy Sinus in the middle of the day.

Suze called and woke me up, thankfully, as I might have just slept for the next fifteen hours. Impromptu cookout number two was well underway, so I meandered onto our back porch for more delicious grilled food and a few rounds of asshole. I played with Diet Coke. Lame, I know.

Today
I’m tired. The sun zapped all of my energy. And I’m still sneezing, but I’m content. My cheeks are a little pinker (could be the levels of alcohol though) and I've grown a few new freckles.

Spring has sprung. To say the least.